Well, Ty my candle, I'll be wax,
And I will run down silently on you,
It's like being on your sweet body,
And feel your warmth inside me.
I'll wait until I'm done with you,
In the fire of the passion that moves you,
Even if that passion becomes fatal.
We're still in one, with-time merge,
When passion melts your soft warm wax,
The fire of those feelings and that pleasant intimacy,
In which I melted with you.